FOOT-FARING。
Itwasalovelymorninginthefirstofsummer。DonalGrantwasdescendingapathonahillsidetothevalleybelow——asheep-trackofwhichhekneweverywindingaswellasanyboyhishalf-miletoandfromschool。Buthehadneverbeforegonedownthehillwiththefeelingthathewasnotabouttogoupagain。Hewasonhiswaytopasturesverynew，andinthedistanceonlynegativelyinviting。
Buthisheartwastoofulltobetroubled——norwashisahearttoharbouracare，thenextthingtoanevilspirit，thoughnotquitesobad；foronecaremaydriveoutanother，whileonedevilissuretobringinanother。
Agreatbillowywasteofmountainslaybeyondhim，amongstwhichplayedtheshadowattheirgamesofhideandseek——graciouslymerryintheeyesofthehappyman，butsadlysolemnintheeyesofhiminwhoseheartthedrearythoughtsofthepastareatalikegame。
BehindDonallayaworldofdreamsintowhichhedarednotturnandlook，yetfromwhichhecouldscarceaverthiseyes。
Hewasnearingthefootofthehillwhenhestumbledandalmostfell，butrecoveredhimselfwiththeagilityofamountaineer，andtheunpleasantknowledgethatthesoleofoneofhisshoeswasallbutoff。Neverhadhelefthomeforcollegethathisfatherhadnotmadepersonalinspectionofhisshoestoseethattheywerefitforthejourney，butonthisdeparturetheyhadbeenforgotten。Hesatdownandtookoffthefailingequipment。Itwastoofargonetodoanythingtemporarywithit；andofdiscomfortsaloosesoletoone\'sshoeinwalkingisoftheworst。Theonlythingwastotakeofftheothershoeandbothstockingsandgobarefoot。Hetiedalltogetherwithapieceofstring，madethemfasttohisdeerskinknapsack，andresumedhiswalk。Thethingdidnottroublehimmuch。Tohavewhatwewantisriches，buttobeabletodowithoutispower。Tohaveshoesisagoodthing；tobeabletowalkwithoutthemisabetter。
ButitwaslongsinceDonalhadwalkedbarefoot，andhefoundhisfeetlikehisshoe，weakerinthesolethanwaspleasant。
“It\'stime，“hesaidtohimself，whenhefoundhewassteppinggingerly，“Iga\'emyfeetaturnattheauldaccomplishment。It\'sapitytogrownaesofitforonythingsunernoryeneed。Iwadliketoliedoonatlastwi\'hardsoles！”
Ineverystreamhecametohebathedhisfeet，andoftenonthewayrestedthem，whenotherwiseableenoughtogoon。Hehadnocertaingoal，thoughheknewhisdirection，andwasinnohaste。HehadconfidenceinGodandinhisownpowersasthegiftofGod，andknewthatwhereverhewentheneedednotbehungrylong，evenshouldthelittlemoneyinhispocketbespent。Itisbettertotrustinworkthaninmoney：Godneverbuysanything，andisforeveratwork；butifanyonetrustinwork，hehastolearnthathemusttrustinnothingbutstrength——theself-existent，originalstrengthonly；andDonalGranthadlongbeguntolearnthat。Themanhasbeguntobestrongwhoknowsthat，separatedfromlifeessential，heisweaknessitself，that，onewithhisorigin，hewillbeofstrengthinexhaustible。Donalwasnowdescendingtheheightsofyouthtowalkalongtheking\'shighroadofmanhood：happyhewho，ashissunisgoingdownbehindthewestern，ishimselfascendingtheeasternhill，returningthrougholdagetothesecondandbetterchildhoodwhichshallnotbetakenfromhim！Hewhoturnshisbackonthesettingsungoestomeettherisingsun；hewholoseshislifeshallfindit。Donalhadlosthispast——butnotsoastobeashamed。
Therearemanywaysoflosing！Hispasthadbutcrept，likethedead，backtoGodwhogaveit；inbettershapeitwouldbehisbyandby！Alreadyhehadbeguntoforeshadowthistruth：Godwouldkeepitforhim。
Hehadsetoutbeforethesunwasup，forhewouldnotbemetbyfriendsoracquaintances。Avoidingthewell-knownfarmhousesandoccasionalvillage，hetookhiswayuptheriver，andaboutnooncametoahamletwherenooneknewhim——aclusterofstraw-roofedcottages，lowandwhite，withtwolittlewindowseach。Hewalkedstraightthroughitnotmeaningtostop；but，spyinginfrontofthelastcottagearoughstoneseatunderalow，widespreadingeldertree，wastemptedtositdownandrestalittle。Thedaywasnowhot，andtheshadowofthetreeinviting。
Hehadbutseatedhimselfwhenawomancametothedoorofthecottage，lookedathimforamoment，andprobablythinkinghim，fromhisbarefeet，poorerthanhewas，said——
“Wadyelikeadrink？”
“Ay，wadI，“answeredDonal，“——adrinko\'watter，gienyeplease。“
“Whatfornomilk？”askedthewoman。
“\'CauseI\'mabletopeyfor\'t，“answeredDonal。
“Iwantnaepeyment，“sherejoined，perceivinghisdriftaslittleasprobablymyreader。
“An\'Iwantnaemilk，“returnedDonal。
“Weel，yemaypeyfor\'tgienyelike，“sherejoined。
“ButIdinnalike，“repliedDonal。
“Weel，ye\'reasomequeercustomer！”sheremarked。
“Ithankye，butI\'mnaecustomer，\'cep\'foradrinko\'watter，“hepersisted，lookinginherfacewithasmile；“an\'watterhasayebeengr鈚issin\'thedayso\'Adam——\'cep\'maybei\'toonsi\'thehetpairtso\'thewarl\'。“
Thewomanturnedintothecottage，andcameoutagainpresentlywithadelftbasin，holdingaboutapint，fullofmilk，yellowandrich。
“There！”shesaid；“drinkan\'bethankfu\'。“
“I\'llbethankfu\'ohndrunken，“saidDonal。“Ithankyewi\'a\'myheart。ButIcannabidetotakfornaethingwhatIcanpeyfor，an\'
IdinnaliketolayootmysilleruponaluxuryIcanweeleneuchduwantin\'，forIhaenamuckle。Iwadnabeshabbynoryetgreedy。“
“Drinkfortheloveo\'God，“saidthewoman。
Donaltookthebowlfromherhand，anddranktillallwasgone。
“Wullyehaeadrapmair？”sheasked。
“Na，noadrap，“answeredDonal。“I\'llgangi\'thestren\'tho\'thatyehaegi\'enme——maybenojistfortydays，gudewife，butmairnorfortyminutes，an\'that\'sagudepairto\'aday。Ithankyehertily。Yonwasthemilko\'humankin\'ness，gieneverwasony。“
Ashespokeherose，andstooduprefreshedforhisjourney。
“Ihaeasodgerladdieawa\'i\'thehetpairtsyespako\'，“saidthewoman：“gienyehadnata\'enthemilk，yewadhaegi\'enmeasairhert。“
“Eh，gudewife，itwadhaegi\'enmeanetothinkIhad！”returnedDonal。“TheLordgieyebackyersodgerladdiesafean\'soon\'！
MaybeI\'llhaetogangefter\'im，sodgermysel\'。“
“Na，na，thatwadnado。Ye\'reascholar——that\'seasytosee，fora\'
ye\'resaeplainspoken。Itdisabody\'shertguidtohearaman\'atun\'erstan\'sthingssaythemplainooti\'thetonguehismithertauchthim。Sicaane\'illgangstrauchttill\'smakker，an\'fin\'
a\'thingtherehame-like。Lord，Iwussminnisterswadspeyklikeitherfowk！”
“Yewadsairpleasemymithersayin\'that，“remarkedDonal。“Yemaunbejistsicanitherasher！”
“Weel，comein，an\'sityedoonooto\'thesin，an\'haesomethingtoait。“
“Na，I\'lltaknaemairfraeyetheday，an\'Ithankye，“repliedDonal；“Icannaweelbide。“
“Whatforno？”
“It\'snosaemuckle\'atI\'minahurryas\'atImaunbeduin\'。“
“Whaurareyeb\'un\'for，gienabodymayspeir？”
“I\'mgaein\'toseek——nomyfortin，butmydailybreid。GienIspakasarichtman，IwadsayIwasgaein\'toluikforthewarksetme。
I\'mfearttosaythatstrauchtoot；Ihaenawonsaefarasthatyet。Iwinnadunaethingthough\'athewadnahaemedu。Idaurtosaythat——saebeIun\'erstan\'。Mymithersaystheday\'illcomewhanI\'llcarefornaethingbuthiswull。“
“Yermither\'illbeJanetGrant，I\'mthinkin\'！Therecannabetwasicinaecountry-side！”
“Ye\'rei\'thericht，“answeredDonal。“Kenyemymither？”
“Ihaeseenher；an\'toseeher\'stokenher。“
“Ay，gienwhaseesherbesiclike\'shersel\'。“
“Icannapreten\'tothat；butshe\'sweelkentthrou\'a\'thecountryforaGod-fearin\'wuman——An\'whaur\'llyebeforthenoo？”
“I\'mjistupo\'thetramp，luikin\'forwark。“
“An\'whatmayyebepleasttoca\'wark？”
“Ow，jistthecommunicationo\'whatIhaetheun\'erstan\'in\'o\'。“
“Aweel，gienye\'llcondescen\'toadvicefraeanauldwife，I\'llgieyeabitwi\'ye：taknailkalassyeseeforabornangel。Misdoobtheraweetobeginwi\'。Hingupyerjeedgmento\'herawee。Luiktothemoo\'an\'thee\'eno\'her。“
“Ithankye，“saidDonal，withasmile，inwhichthewomanspiedthesadness；“I\'mnoliketoneedtheadvice。“
Shelookedathimpitifully，andpaused。
“Gienyecomethisgaitagain，“shesaid，“ye\'llnogangbymydoor？”
“Iwullno，“repliedDonal，andwishinghergood-byewithagratefulheart，betookhimselftohisjourney。
Hehadnotgonefarwhenhefoundhimselfonawidemoor。Hesatdownonabigstone，andbegantoturnthingsoverinhismind。
Thisishowhisthoughtswent：
“IcanneverbethemanIwas！Thethouchto\'myheart\'sta\'enfraeme！IcannathinkabootthingsasIused。There\'snaethingsaebonnyasafore。Whanthelifeslipsfraehim，hoocanamangangonlivin\'！YetI\'mnodeid——that\'swhatmaksthediffeecletyo\'thesituation！GienIwardeid——weel，Ikennawhatthan！I
doobttherewadbetriblestill，thoughsomethingsmichtbelichter。Butthat\'sneitherherenorthere；Imaunlive；Ihaenaech\'ice；Ididnamakmysel\'，an\'I\'mnogaein\'tomeddlewi\'mysel\'！
Ithinkmairo\'mysel\'nordaurthat！
“Butthere\'saequestionImaunsattleaforeIgangfarther——an\'
that\'sthis：amItobelessormairnorIwasafore？It\'sagreedI
cannabethesame：ifIcannabethesame，ImaunaitherbelessorgreaterthanIwasafore：whilko\'themis\'ttobe？Iwinnahaethatquestontospeirmairnorance！I\'llbemairnorIwas。Tosinktolesswadbetolowsegripo\'mypastasweel\'so\'myfutur！
An\'hoowadIeverluikheri\'thefacegienIgrewlessbecauseo\'
her！Achiel\'likemelatabonnylassiethinkhersel\'toblameforwhatIgrewtil！An\'there\'sagreaternorthelasstobeconsidert！\'CauseheseesnafittogiemeherIwadhae，ishenotohaehiswullo\'me？It\'sagran\'thingtokenalassielikeyon，an\'agran\'erthingyettobeallooedtolo\'eher：tositdownan\'
greit\'causeI\'mnotomerryher，wadbemostoongratefu\'！WhatforsudIthreip\'atIouchttohaeher？WhatforsudnaIbedisapp\'intitasweelasanither？Ihaeasguidarichttoonyguid\'at\'stocomeo\'that，Ifancy！Gienitbeaman\'spairttocairryasairhert，itcannabehispairttositdoonwi\'\'tupo\'thero\'d-side，an\'lay\'tupo\'hislap，an\'greitower\'t，likeabairnwi\'acuttitfinger：hemaunhaudonhisro\'d。WhaamItodifferfraethelaveo\'myfowk！Is\'belikethelave，an\'gienIgreitI
winnagirn。TheLordhimsel\'hadtobecroontwi\'pain。Eh，mybonniedoo！Butyelo\'eabetterman，an\'that\'sasaircomfort！
Gienithadbeenitherwise，IdivnotthinkIcouldhaebornethepainatmyhert。Butasit\'sguidan\'noill\'at\'scometoye，I
haenayouan\'mysel\'tutogreitfor，an\'that\'sasaircomfort！
Lord，I\'llclim\'tothee，an\'gaithero\'thehealin\'\'atgrowsforthenationsi\'thygairden。
“Iseethethingasplain\'sthingcanbe：thecureo\'a\'ill\'sjistmairlife！That\'sit！Lifeabunean\'ayontthelife\'attookthestroke！An\'gienthrou\'thishert-brakIcomebymairlife，it\'llbejistaneo\'thethroeso\'myh\'avenlybirth——i\'thewhilkthebairnhasasmonyo\'thepainsasthemither：that\'smaybeadiffer\'atweenthetwa——theearthlyan\'theh\'avenly！
“SaenooIhaetobeginfresh，an\'latthething\'at\'spastan\'ganeslipefteritherdreams。Eh，butit\'sabonnydreamyet！Itliesclose\'ahin\'me，notobeforgotten，notobeluikitat——likeaneo\'
thaedreamso\'watteran\'munelicht\'athasnaewarki\'them：abodywadnaliea\'nichtan\'a\'daytuinadreamo\'thesowl\'sgloamin\'！
Na，Lord；mako\'meastrongman，an\'synegiemeasmuckleo\'thebonnyasmaypleasethee。WhaamItolippentil，giennotothee，myainfatheran\'mitheran\'gran\'fatheran\'a\'bodyinane，forthoogiedstmethema\'！
“NooI\'mtobeginagain——afreshlifefraethisminute！I\'mtosetootfraethisverrap\'int，likeaneo\'theyoungestsonsi\'thefairytales，toseekmyportion，an\'seewhat\'scomin\'tomeetmeasIgangtomeethit。Thewarl\'aforeme\'smystory-buik。IcannaseeowertheleaftillIcometotheen\'o\'\'t。WhanIwasabairn，jistable，wi\'sairendeevour，towinattheherto\'print，Ineverwadluikonafore！TheaetimeIdidit，IthouchtIhadduneashamefu\'thing，likeluikin\'inatakeyhole——asIdidjistancetu，whanIthankGodmymithergaemesicablessedlickin\'\'atIkentitmaunbesomethingdreidfu\'Ihaddune。Saehere\'sforwhat\'scomin\'！Ikenwhauritmauncomefrae，an\'Is\'makeitwelcome。
Mymithersaysthemainmischeefi\'thewarl\'is，\'atfowkwinnalattheLordhaehisainw\'y，an\'saehehasjisttotakit，whilkmaksitasairthingforthem。“
Therewithherosetoencounterthatwhichwasonitswaytomeethim。Heisafoolwhostandsandletslifemovepasthimlikeapanorama。Healsoisafoolwhowouldlayhandsonitsmotion，andchangeitspictures。Hecanbutdistortandinjure，ifhedoesnotruinthem，andcomeuponawfulshadowsbehindthem。
Andlo！asheglancedaroundhim，alreadysomethingoftheoldmysteriousloveliness，nowforsolongvanishedfromthefaceofthevisibleworld，hadreturnedtoit——notyetasitwasbefore，butwithdawningpromiseofanewcreation，afreshbeauty，inwelcomingwhichhewasnotturningfromtheold，butreceivingthenewthatGodsenthim。Hemightyetbemanyatimesad，buttolamentwouldbetoactasifhewerewronged——wouldbeatbestweakandfoolish！
Hewouldlookthenewlifeintheface，andbewhatitshouldpleaseGodtomakehim。Thescentsthewindbroughthimfromfieldandgardenandmoor，seemedsweeterthaneverwind-bornescentsbefore：theywereseekingtocomforthim！Hesighed——butturnedfromthesightoGod，andfoundfreshgladnessandwelcome。Thewindhoveredabouthimasifitwouldfainhavesomethingtodointhematter；theriverrippledandshoneasifitknewsomethingworthknowingasyetunrevealed。Thedelightofcreationisverilyinsecrets，butinsecretsastruthsontheway。Allsecretsareembryorevelations。Onthefarhorizonheavenandearthmetasoldfriends，who，thoughneverparted，wereeverrenewingtheirfriendship。Theworld，liketheangels，wasrejoicing——ifnotoverasinnerthathadrepented，yetoveramanthathadpassedfromalowertoahigherconditionoflife——outofitsearthintoitsair：
hewasgoingtoliveabove，andlookdownontheinferiorworld！
EretheshadesofeveningfellthatdayaroundDonalGrant，hewasinthenewchildhoodofanewworld。
Idonotmeansuchthoughtshadneverbeenpresenttohimbefore；
buttothinkathingisonlytolookatitinaglass；toknowitasGodwouldhaveusknowit，andaswemustknowittolive，istoseeitasweseeloveinafriend\'seyes——tohaveitasthelovethefriendseesinours。Tomakethingsrealtous，istheendandthebattle-causeoflife。Weoftenthinkwebelievewhatweareonlypresentingtoourimaginations。Theleastthingcanoverthrowthatkindoffaith。Theimaginationisanendlesshelptowardsfaith，butitisnomorefaiththanadreamoffoodwillmakeusstrongforthenextday\'swork。ToknowGodasthebeginningandend，therootandcause，thegiver，theenabler，theloveandjoyandperfectgood，thepresentoneexistenceinallthingsanddegreesandconditions，islife；andfaith，initssimplest，truest，mightiestformis——todohiswill。
Donalwasmakinghiswaytowardstheeasterncoast，inthecertainhopeoffindingworkofonekindoranother。Hecouldhavebeenwellcontenttopasshislifeasashepherdlikehisfatherbutfortwothings：heknewwhatitwouldbewellforotherstoknow；andhehadahungerafterthesocietyofbooks。Amanmustbeabletodowithoutwhateverisdeniedhim，butwhenhisheartishungryforanhonestthing，hemayusehonestendeavourtoobtainit。Donaldesiredtobeusefulandliveforhisgeneration，alsotobewithbooks。Tobewherewasagoodlibrarywouldsuithimbetterthanbuyingbooks，forwithoutaplaceinwhichtokeepthem，theyareamongtheimpedimentaoflife。AndDonalknewthatinregardtobookshewasindangeroflovingafterthefashionofthisworld：
bookshehadastronginclinationtoaccumulateandhoard；thereforetheuseofalibrarywasbetterthanthemeansofbuyingthem。
Booksaspossessionsarealsoofthethingsthatpassandperish——assurelyasanyotherformofearthlyhaving；theyareoftheplaythingsGodletsmenhavethattheymaylearntodistinguishbetweenapparentandrealpossession：ifhavingwillnotteachthem，lossmay。
Butwhowouldhavethought，meetingtheyouthashewalkedtheroadwithshoelessfeet，thathesoughttheharbourofagreatlibraryinsomeoldhouse，soasdayafterdaytofeastonthethoughtsofmenwhohadgonebeforehim！Forhiswasnoantiquariansoul；itwasasoulhungryafterlife，notafterthemummyclothsenwrappingthedead。
CHAPTERII。
ASPIRITUALFOOT-PAD。
Hewasnowwalkingsouthward，butwouldsoon，whenthemountainswerewellbehindhim，turntowardtheeast。Hecarriedasmallwallet，filledchieflywithoatcakeandhardskim-milkcheese：abouttwoo\'clockhesatdownonastone，andproceededtomakeameal。A
brookfromthehillsrannear：forthathehadchosenthespot，hisfarebeingdry。Heseldomtookanyotherdrinkthanwater：hehadlearnedthatstrongdrinkatbestbutdiscountedtohimhisownatahighrate。
Hedrewfromhispocketasmallthickvolumehehadbroughtasthecompanionofhisjourney，andreadasheate。Hisseatwasonthelastslopeofagrassyhill，wheremanyhugestonesroseoutofthegrass。Afewyardsbeneathwasacountryroad，andontheothersideoftheroadasmallstream，inwhichthebrookthatranswiftlypast，almostwithinreachofhishand，eagerlylostitself。Onthefurtherbankofthestream，perfumingtheair，grewmanybushesofmeadow-sweet，orqueen-of-the-meadow，asitiscalledinScotland；
andbeyondlayalovelystretchofnearlylevelpasture。Farthereastwardallwasaplain，fulloffarms。Behindhimrosethehill，shuttingouthispast；beforehimlaytheplain，opentohiseyesandfeet。Godhadwalleduphispast，andwasdisclosinghisfuture。
Whenhehadeatenhisdinner，itsdrynessforgotteninthecondimenthisbooksupplied，herose，andtakinghiscapfromhishead，filleditfromthestream，anddrankheartily；thenemptiedit，shookthelastdropsfromit，andputitagainuponhishead。
“Ho，ho，youngman！”criedavoice。
Donallooked，andsawamaninthegarbofaclergymanregardinghimfromtheroad，andwipinghisfacewithhissleeve。
“Youshouldmind，“hecontinued，“howyouscatteryourfavours。“
“Ibegyourpardon，sir，“saidDonal，takingoffhiscapagain；“I
hadnaanotiontherewasleevin\'craturnearme。“
“It\'safineday！”saidtheminister。
“Itisthat，sir！”answeredDonal。
“Whichwayareyougoing？”askedtheminister，adding，asifinapologyforhisseemingcuriosity，“——You\'reascholar，I
see！”——withaglancetowardsthebookhehadleftopenonhisstone。
“NaesaemuckleasIwadfainbe，sir，“answeredDonal——thencalledtomindaresolvehehadmadetospeakEnglishforthefuture。
“Amodestyouth，Isee！”returnedtheclergyman；butDonalhardlylikedthetoneinwhichhesaidit。
“Thatdependsonwhatyoumeanbyascholar，“hesaid。
“Oh！”answeredtheminister，notthinkingmuchabouthisreply，butinabanteringhumourwillingtodrawtheladout，“thelearnedmanmodestlycallshimselfascholar。“
“ThentherewasnomodestyinsayingIwasnotsomuchofascholarasIshouldliketobe；everyscholarwouldsaythesame。“
“Averygoodanswer！”saidtheclergymanpatronizingly，“You\'llbealearnedmansomeday！”Andhesmiledashesaidit。
“Whenwouldyoucallamanlearned？”askedDonal。
“Thatishardtodetermine，seeingthosethatclaimtobecontradicteachotherso。“
“Whatgoodthencantherebeinwantingtobelearned？”
“Yougetthementaldisciplineofstudy。“
“Itseemstome，“saidDonal，“apitytogetabody\'sdisciplineonwhatmaybeworthless。It\'sjustasgooddisciplinetomyteethtodineonbreadandcheese，asitwouldbetoexercisethemonsheep\'sgrass。“
“I\'vegotholdofahumorist！”saidtheclergymantohimself。
Donalpickeduphiswalletandhisbook，andcamedowntotheroad。
Thenfirsttheclergymansawthathewasbarefooted。Inhischildhoodhehadhimselfoftengonewithoutshoesandstockings，yettheyouth\'slackofthemprejudicedhimagainsthim。
“Itmustbethefellow\'sownfault！”hesaidtohimself。“Heshan\'tcatchmewithhischaff！”
Donalwouldratherhavefordedtheriver，andgonetoinquirehiswayatthenearestfarm-house，buthethoughtitpolitetowalkalittlewaywiththeclergyman。
“Howfarareyougoing？”askedtheministeratlength。
“AsfarasIcan，“repliedDonal。
“Wheredoyoumeantopassthenight？”
“Insomebarnperhaps，oronsomehill-side。“
“Iamsorrytohearyoucandonobetter。“
“Youdon\'tthink，sir，whatadecentbedcosts；andabarnisgenerally，ahill-sidealwaysclean。Infactthehill-side\'sthebest。Many\'sthetimeIhavesleptonone。It\'sastrangenotionsomepeoplehave，thatit\'smorerespectabletosleepunderman\'sroofthanGod\'s。“
“Tohavenosettledabode，“saidtheclergyman，andpaused。
“LikeAbraham？”suggestedDonalwithasmile。“Anabidingcityseemshardlynecessarytopilgrimsandstrangers！IfellasleeponceonthetopofGlashgar：whenIwokethesunwaslookingovertheedgeofthehorizon。IroseandgazedaboutmeasifIwerebutthatmomentcreated。IfGodhadcalledme，Ishouldhardlyhavebeenastonished。“
“Orfrightened？”askedtheminister。
“No，sir；whyshouldamanfearthepresenceofhissaviour？”
“YousaidGod！”answeredtheminister。
“Godismysaviour！Intohispresenceitismydesiretocome。“
“Undershelteroftheatonement，“supplementedtheminister。
“Gienyemeanbythat，sir，“criedDonal，forgettinghisEnglish，“onythingtocome\'atweenmyGodan\'me，I\'llha\'enaneo\'\'t。I\'llhaenaethinghidemefraehimwhamademe！Iwadnahideathouchtfraehim。Thewauritis，themairneedhesee\'t。“
“Whatbookisthatyouarereading？”askedtheministersharply。
“It\'snotyourbible，I\'llbebound！Younevergotsuchnotionsfromit！”
Hewasangrywiththepresumptuousyouth——andnowonder；forthegospeltheministerpreachedwasagospelbuttotheslavishandunfilial。
“It\'sShelley，“answeredDonal，recoveringhimself。
TheministerhadneverreadawordofShelley，buthadaverydecidedopinionofhim。Hegavealoudrudewhistle。
“So！that\'swhereyougoforyourtheology！Iwaspuzzledtounderstandyou，butnowallisplain！Youngman，youareonthebrinkofperdition。Thatbookwillpoisonyourveryvitals！”
“Indeed，sir，itwillnevergodeepenoughforthat！ButitcameneartouchingthemasIsateatingmybreadandcheese。“
“He\'saninfidel！”saidtheministerfiercely。
“Akindofone，“returnedDonal，“butnotoftheworstsort。It\'sthepeoplewhocallthemselvesbelieversthatdrivethelikeofpoorShelleytothemouthofthepit。“
“Hehatedthetruth，“saidtheminister。
“Hewasalwaysseekingafterit，“saidDonal，“thoughtobesurehedidn\'tgettotheendofthesearch。Justlistentothis，sir，andsaywhetheritbeveryfarfromChristian。“
Donalopenedhislittlevolume，andsoughthispassage。Theministerbutforcuriosityandthedreadofseemingabsurdwouldhavestoppedhisearsandrefusedtolisten。Hewasamanofnotmerelydryorstale，butofdeadlydoctrines。HewouldhaveamanloveChristforprotectinghimfromGod，notforleadinghimtoGodinwhomaloneisbliss，outofwhomallisdarknessandmisery。HehadnotaglimmerofthetruththateternallifeistoknowGod。Heimaginedjusticeandlovedwellingineternaloppositioninthebosomofeternalunity。HeknewnexttonothingaboutGod，andmisrepresentedhimhideously。IfGodweresuchasheshowedhim，itwouldbetheworstpossiblemisfortunetohavebeencreated。
Donalhadfoundthepassage。ItwasinTheMaskofAnarchy。Hereadthefollowingstanzas：——
Letavastassemblybe，AndwithgreatsolemnityDeclarewithmeasuredwordsthatyeAre，asGodhasmadeye，free。
BeyourstrongandsimplewordsKeentowoundassharpenedswords，Andwideastargesletthembe，Withtheirshadetocoverye。
Andifthenthetyrantsdare，Letthemrideamongyouthere，Slash，andstab，andmaim，andhew——
Whattheylike，thatletthemdo。
Withfoldedarmsandsteadyeyes，Andlittlefear，andlesssurprise，Lookuponthemastheyslay，Tilltheirragehasdiedaway。
AndthatslaughtertotheNationShallsteamuplikeinspiration，Eloquent，oracular——
Avolcanoheardafar。
Ending，thereaderturnedtothelistener。Butthelistenerhadunderstoodlittleofthemeaning，andlessofthespirit。Hehatedoppositiontothepowersonthepartofanybelowhimself，yetscornedtheideaofsubmittingtopersecution。
“Whatthinkyouofthat，sir？”askedDonal。
“Sheernonsense！”answeredtheminister。“WherewouldScotlandbenowbutforresistance？”
“There\'smorethanonewayofresisting，though，“returnedDonal。
“EnduringevilwastheLord\'sway。Idon\'tknowaboutScotland，butIfancytherewouldbemoreChristians，andofabetterstamp，intheworld，ifthathadbeenthemodeofresistancealwaysadoptedbythosethatcalledthemselvessuch。Anyhowitwashisway。“
“Shelley\'s，youmean！”
“Idon\'tmeanShelley\'s，ImeanChrist\'s。InspiritShelleywasfarnearerthetruththanthosewhomadehimdespisetheverynameofChristianitywithoutknowingwhatitreallywas。ButGodwillgiveeverymanfairplay。“
“Youngman！”saidtheminister，withanassumptionofgreatsolemnityandnolessauthority，“IamboundtowarnyouthatyouareinastateofrebellionagainstGod，andhewillnotbemocked。
Goodmorning！”
Donalsatdownontheroadside——hewouldlettheministerhaveagoodstartofhim——tookagainhisshabbylittlevolume，heldmoretalkwiththebook-embodiedspiritofShelley，andsawmoreandmoreclearlyhowhewasmisledinhiseverynotionofChristianity，andhowdifferentthosewhogavehimhisnotionsmusthavebeenfromtheevangelistsandapostles。Hesawinthepoetaboyishnaturestrivingafterliberty，withscarceanotionofwhatlibertyreallywas：heknewnothingofthelawofliberty——onenesswiththewillofourexistence，whichwouldhaveusfreewithitsownfreedom。
Whentheclergymanwaslongoutofsightheroseandwenton，andsooncametoabridgebywhichhecrossedtheriver。Thenonhewentthroughthecultivatedplain，hisspiritsneverflagging。Hewasapilgrimonhiswaytohisdivinefate！
CHAPTERIII。
THEMOOR。
Thenightbegantodescendandhetobeweary，andlookabouthimforaplaceofrepose。Buttherewasalongtwilightbeforehim，anditwaswarm。
Forsometimetheroadhadbeenascending，andbyandbyhefoundhimselfonabaremoor，amongheathernotyetinbloom，andaforestofbracken。Herewasagreat，beautifulchamberforhim！andwhatbetterbedthanGod\'sheather！whatbettercanopythanGod\'shigh，star-studdednight，withitsairycurtainsofduskydarkness！WasitnotinthisverychamberthatJacobhadhisvisionofthemightystairleadinguptothegateofheaven！WasitnotundersucharoofJesusspenthislastnightsontheearth！Forcomfortandprotectionhesoughtnohumanshelter，butwentoutintohisFather\'shouse——outunderhisFather\'sheaven！Thesmallandnarrowwerenottohimthesafe，butthewideandopen。Thickwallscovermenfromtheenemiestheyfear；theLordsoughtspace。Theretheangelscomeandgomorefreelythanwhereroofsgatherdistrust。Ifeverwehearafar-offrumourofangel-visit，itisnotfromsomesolitaryplainwithlonelychildren？
Donalwalkedalongthehightable-landtillhewasweary，andrestlookedblissful。Thenheturnedasidefromtheroughtrackintotheheatherandbracken。Whenhecametoalittledryhollow，withayetthickergrowthofheather，itstopsalmostcloseasthoseofhisbedathisfather\'scottage，hesoughtnofurther。Takinghisknife，hecutaquantityofheatherandferns，andheapeditonthetopofthethickestbush；thencreepinginbetweenthecutandthegrowing，heclearedtheformerfromhisfacethathemightseetheworldsoverhim，andputtinghisknapsackunderhishead，fellfastasleep。
Whenhewokenoteventheshadowofadreamlingeredtolethimknowwhathehadbeendreaming。Hewokewithsuchaclearmind，suchanimmediateupliftingofthesoul，thatitseemedtohimnolessthantoJacobthathemusthavesleptatthefootoftheheavenlystair。
Thewindcameroundhimlikethestuffofthoughtunshaped，andeverybreathhedrewseemedlikeGodbreathingafreshintohisnostrilsthebreathoflife。Whoknowswhatthethingwecallairis？Weknowaboutit，butitwedonotknow。Thesunshoneasifsmilingattheself-importanceofthesulkydarknesshehaddrivenaway，andtheworldseemedcontentwithaheavenlycontent。SofreshwasDonal\'ssensethathefeltasifhissleepwithinandthewindwithouthadbeenwashinghimallthenight。Sopeaceful，soblissfulwashisheartthatitlongedtoshareitsbliss；buttherewasnoonewithinsight，andhesetoutagainonhisjourney。
Hehadnotgonefarwhenhecametoadipinthemoorland——aroundhollow，withacottageofturfinthemiddleofit，fromwhosechimneycamealittlesmoke：theretoothedaywasbegun！Hewasgladhehadnotseenitbefore，forthenhemighthavemissedthereposeoftheopennight。Atthedoorstoodalittlegirlinabluefrock。Shesawhim，andranin。Hewentdownanddrewneartothedoor。Itstoodwideopen，andhecouldnothelpseeingin。
Amansatatthetableinthemiddleofthefloor，hisforeheadonhishand。Donaldidnotseehisface。Heseemedwaiting，likehisfatherfortheBook，whilehismothergotitfromthetopofthewall。Hesteppedoverthethreshold，andinthesimplicityofhisheart，said：——
“Ye\'llbegaein\'tohaeworship！”
“Na，na！”returnedtheman，raisinghishead，andtakingabrief，hardstareathisvisitor；“wedinnasetupforprayin\'fowki\'thishoose。“Weleythattothem\'atkenswhattheyhaetobethankfu\'
for。“
“Imadeamistak，“saidDonal。“Ithouchtyemichthaebeengaein\'
tosaygudemornin\'toyermakker，an\'wadhaelikittoj\'inwi\'ye；
forIkennawhatIhaenatobethankfu\'for。Guiddaytoye。“
“Yecanbidean\'takyerparritchgienyelike。“
“Ow，na，Ithankye。YemichtthinkIcamfortheparritch，an\'nofortheprayers。IlikeasilltobecoontitahypocriteasgienI
warane。“
“Yecanbidean\'haeworshipwi\'\'s，gienyetakthebuikyersel\'。“
“Icannaleadwhaur\'snanetofollow。Na；I\'lldubetteronthemuirmylane。“
Butthegudewifewasareligionswomanafterherfashion——whocanbeafteranyoneelse\'s？Shecamewithabibleinherhand，andsilentlylaiditonthetable。Donalhadneveryetprayedaloudexceptinamurmurbyhimselfonthehill，but，thusinvited，couldnotrefuse。Hereadapsalmoftrouble，breakingintohopeattheclose，thenspokeasfollows：——
“Freens，I\'mbutyoong，asyesee，an\'neveraforedauredopenmymooi\'sicfashion，butitcomestometospeyk，an\'wi\'yerleavespeykIwull。Icannahelpthinkin\'thegudeman\'si\'sometrible——siclike，maybe，asKingDawvidwhanhemadethepsalmIhaebeenreadin\'i\'yerhearin\'。Yeobservthooitbeganlikeastormymornin\'，butyeh\'ardhooitchangedora\'wasdune。Thesuncomesootbonnyi\'theen\'，an\'yehearthebirdsbeginnin\'tosing，tellin\'Natur\'togieowerhergreitin\'。An\'whatbringstheguidmantil\'ssenses，divyethink？Whatbutjistthethouchto\'him\'atmadehim，him\'atcaresaboothim，him\'atmauncometoillhimsel\'\'aforehelatonythinghemadecometoill。Sir，lat\'sgangdoonupo\'oorknees，an\'committhekeepin\'o\'oorsowlstohimastilafaithfu\'creator，whawinnamisshispairt\'atweenhiman\'
hiz。“
Theywentdownontheirknees，andDonalsaid，“OLord，oorainfatheran\'saviour，thedayyehaesent\'shasarrivedbonnyan\'gran\'，an\'weblessyeforsen\'in\'\'t；buteh，oorfather，weneedmairthelichtthatshinesi\'thedarkerplace。Weneedthedawno\'aspiritualdayinside\'s，orthebonnydayootsidewinnagangformuckle。Lord，oormicht，speykawordo\'peacefu\'
recalltoonydogo\'thine\'atmaybeworryin\'attheherto\'onysheepo\'thine\'at\'srunawa；butdinnaca\'himbacksaeastolea\'
thepuirsheep\'ahinthim；fessbackdogan\'lambthegither，OLord。
Haud\'sa\'fraeill，an\'guide\'sa\'toguid，an\'oormornin\'prayer\'sower。Amen。“
Theyrosefromtheirknees，andsatsilentforamoment。Thentheguidwifeputthepotonthefirewiththewaterfortheporridge。
ButDonalrose，andwalkedoutofthecottage，halfwonderingathimselfthathehaddaredashehad，yetfeelinghehaddonebutthemostnaturalthingintheworld。
“Hooabody\'stowinthrouwthedaywantin\'thelordo\'thedayan\'
thehooran\'theminute，\'s\'ayontme！”hesaidtohimself，andhastenedaway。
Erenoonthebluelineofthefaroceanroseonthehorizon。
CHAPTERIV。
THETOWN。
Donalwasqueer，someofmyreaderswillthink，andIadmitit；forthemanwhoregardstheaffairsoflifefromanyotherpointthanhisowngreedyself，mustbequeerindeedintheeyesofallwhoareslavestotheirimaginednecessitiesandundisputeddesires。
Itwaseveningwhenhedrewnightheplacewhitherhehaddirectedhissteps——alittlecountrytown，notfarfromafamousseatoflearning：therehewouldmakeinquirybeforegoingfurther。TheministerofhisparishknewtheministerofAuchars，andhadgivenhimaletterofintroduction。Thecountryaroundhadnotafewdwellingsofdistinction，andatoneoranotherofthesemightbechildreninwantofatutor。
Thesunwassettingoverthehillsbehindhimasheenteredthelittletown。Atfirstitlookedbutavillage，forontheoutskirts，throughwhichtheking\'shighwayled，werechieflythatchedcottages，withhereandthereaslatedhouseofonestoryandanattic；butpresentlybegantoappearhousesoflargersize——fewofthem，however，ofmorethantwostories。Mostofthemlookedasiftheyhadalongandnotveryhappyhistory。Allatoncehefoundhimselfinastreet，partlyofquaintgableswithcorbelsteps；theycalledthemherecorbie-steps，inallusion，perhaps，totheravensentoutbyNoah，forwhichlazybirdthechildrenregardedtheseasplacestorest。Thereweretwoorthreecuriousgatewaysinitwithsomeattemptatdecoration，andonehousewiththepepperpotturretswhichScotisharchitecturehasborrowedfromtheFrenchchateau。Theheartofthetownwasayetnarrower，close-builtstreet，withseveralshortclosesandwyndsopeningoutofit——allofwhichhadancientlookinghouses。Therewereshopsnotafew，buttheirwindowswerethoseofdwellings，astheupperpartsoftheirbuildingsmostlywere。Inthoseshopswasasgoodasupplyofthenecessitiesoflifeasinagreattown，andcheaper。Youcouldnotgetacoatsowellcut，norapairofshoestofityousotightwithouthurting，butyoucouldgetfirst-ratework。Thestreetswereunevenlypavedwithround，water-wornstones：Donalwasnotsorrythathehadnottowalkfaruponthem。
Thesettingsunsenthisshadowbeforehimasheenteredtheplace。
Hekeptthemiddleofthestreet，lookingonthissideandthatforthehostelrywhitherhehaddespatchedhischestbeforeleavinghome。Agloomybuilding，apparentlyuninhabited，drewhisattention，andsentastrangethrillthroughhimashiseyesfelluponit。Itwasofthreelowstories，thewindowsdefendedbyironstanchions，thedoorstuddedwithgreatknobsofiron。Alittlewaybeyondhecaughtsightofthesignhewasinsearchof。Itswunginfrontofanold-fashioned，dingybuilding，withmuchoftheold-worldlookthatpervadedthetown。Thelastredraysofthesunwereuponit，lightingupasorelyfadedcoatofarms。Thesupporters，tworedhorsesontheirhindlegs，wereallofithecouldmakeout。Thecrestabovesuggestedaskate，butcouldhardlyhavebeenintendedforone。Agreedy-eyedmanstoodinthedoorway，hishandsinhistrouser-pockets。Helookedwithcontemptuousscrutinyatthebare-footedladapproachinghim。Hehadblackhairandblackeyes；hisnoselookedasifaheavyfingerhadsettleduponitspoint，andpresseditdownwards：itsnostrilsswelledwidebeyondtheirbase；underneathwasabigmouthwithagoodsetofteeth，andastrongupturningchin——anambitiousandgreedyface。
Butambitionisaformofgreed。
“Afineday，landlord！”saidDonal。
“Ay，“answeredtheman，withoutchangingthepostureofonetakinghiseaseagainsthisowndoor-post，orremovinghishandsfromhispockets，butlookingDonalupanddownwithconscioussuperiority，thenrestinghiseyesonthebarefeetandupturnedtrousers。
“This\'llbetheMorvenArms，I\'mthinkin\'？”saidDonal。
“Ittaksnamucklethouchttothinkthat，“returnedtheinn-keeper，“whantheretheyhing！”
“Ay，“rejoinedDonal，glancingup；“thereissomethingthere——an\'
it\'sairmsIdoobtna；butit\'snoa\'bodyhasthepreevilegeo\'aknowledgeo\'heraldrylikeyersel\'，lan\'lord！I\'mb\'un\'toconfess，forwhatIkentheymichtbetheairmso\'onyaneo\'tenscoreScotsfaimilies。“
TherewasoneweaponwithwhichJohnGlummwasassailable，andthatwasridicule：withallhisself-sufficiencyhestoodinterrorofit——andthemorecoverttheridicule，solongashesuspectedit，themoreheresentedaswellasdreadedit。Hesteppedintothestreet，andtakingahandfromapocket，pointeduptothesign。
“Seetil\'t！”hesaid。“Dinnayeseethetwareidhorse？”
“Ay，“answeredDonal；“Iseethemweeleneuch，butI\'mnanethewisernorgientheywartwareidwhauls——Man，“hewenton，turningsharprounduponthefellow，“ye\'renocawpableo\'conceivin\'theextento\'myignorance！It\'sasrampantasthereidhorseupo\'yoursign！I\'llyieldtonaebodyi\'theamoonto\'thingsIdinnaken！”
Themanstaredathimforamoment。
“Is\'warran\'，“hesaid，“yekenmairnoryecaretolaton！”
“An\'whatmaythatbeowertheheido\'them？——Acrest，ca\'ye\'t？”
saidDonal。
“It\'sabasepearl-beset，“answeredthelandlord。
Hehadnotanotionofwhatabasemeant，orpearl-beset，yetpridedhimselfonhisknowledgeofthewords。
“Eh，“returnedDonal，“Itookitforaskate！”
“Askate！”repeatedthelandlordwithoffendedsneer，andturnedtowardsthehouse。
“Iwasthinkin\'toputupwi\'yethenicht，gienyecouldaccommodatemeatarizzonablerate，“saidDonal。
“Idinnaken，“repliedGlumm，hesitating，withhisbacktohim，betweenunwillingnesstoloseapenny，andresentmentatthesupposedbadinage，whichwasindeednothingbuthumour；“whatwadyeca\'rizzonable？”
“Iwadnagrudgeasaxpenceformybed；ashillin\'Iwad，“answeredDonal。
“Weel，ninepencethan——foryeseemnaowercomewi\'siller。“
“Na，“answeredDonal，“I\'mnothat。Whatevermyburden，yon\'snohit。Thelosso\'whatIhaewadhardlymakmelichterformyrace。“
“Ye\'reaqueercustomer！”saidtheman。
“I\'mnosaequeerbutIhaeakistcomin\'bythecarrier，“rejoinedDonal，“direckittotheMorvenAirms。It\'llbehereintimedoobtless。“
“We\'llseewhanitcomes，“remarkedthelandlord，implyingthechestwaseasierinventedthanbelievedin。
“Thewarsto\'\'tis，“continuedDonal，“Icannaweelshawmysel\'
wantin\'shune。Ihaeapairi\'mykist，an\'anitherupo\'myback，——butnaneformyfeet。“
“There\'ssutorsenew，“saidtheinnkeeper。
“Weelwe\'llseeaswegang。Iwantawordwi\'theminister。Wadyedirec\'metothemanse？”
“He\'sfraehame。Butit\'so\'sma\'consequence；hedisnacareaboottramps，honestman！Hewinnawaurmuckleupo\'thelikeso\'you。“
Thelandlordwasrecoveringhimself——thereforehisinsolence。
Donalgavealaugh。Thosewhoarecontentwithwhattheyare，havethelessconcernaboutwhattheyseem。Theambitiousliketobetakenformorethantheyare，andmaywellbeannoyedwhentheyaretakenforless。
“I\'mthinkin\'yewadnawaurmuckleonatrampaither！”hesaid。
“Iwadnot，“answeredGlumm。“It\'sthepairto\'thehonesttodiscoontenancelawlessness。“
“Yewadnahangthepuircraturs，wadye？”askedDonal。
“Iwadhangawheenmairo\'them。“
“Fornohaein\'ahooseowertheirheads？That\'ssomehard！Whatgienyewasaedaytobeinwanto\'aneyersel\'！”
“We\'llbidetillthedaycomes——Butwhatareyestan\'in\'therefor？
Areyecomin\'in，orareyeno？”
“It\'sasomecauldwelcome！”saidDonal。“Is\'jisttakaluikabootaforeImakupmymin\'。Atramp，yeken，needsnastan\'upo\'
ceremony。“
Heturnedawayandwalkedfurtheralongthestreet。
CHAPTERV。
THECOBBLER。
Attheendofthestreethecametoalow-archedgatewayinthemiddleofapoor-lookinghouse。Withinitsatalittlebowedman，cobblingdiligentlyataboot。Thesunhadleftbehindhiminthewestaheapofgoldenrefuse，andcuttingsofroseandpurple，whichshonerightinatthearchway，andlethimseetowork。HerewastheverymanforDonal！Arespectableshoemakerwouldhavedisdainedtopatchuptheshoeshecarried——especiallyastheownerwasinsomuchneedofthem。
“It\'sabonnynicht，“hesaid。
“Yemayweelmaktheremark，sir！”repliedthecobblerwithoutlookingup，foracriticalstitchoccupiedhim。“It\'sabalmynicht。“
“That\'sraitherabonnywordtoputtil\'t！”returnedDonal。“There\'sakin\'o\'anairaboottheplaceIwadhardlyhaethouchtbalmy！
Buttrothit\'snothefau\'to\'thenicht！”
“Ye\'rerichttherealso，“returnedthecobbler——hisuseoftheconjunctionimpressingDonal。“Still，theweatherhastoduwi\'thesmell——wi\'themairorlesso\'\'t，thatis。Itcomesfraeatannereenearby。It\'snoanillsmelltothem\'at\'susedtil\'t；andyewadhardlybelieveme，sir，butIsmellthecloverthrouw\'t。
MaybeI\'mpreejudized，seein\'butforthetan-pitsIcouldnaweeldrivemytrade；butsittin\'herefraemornin\'tonicht，Igetakin\'
o\'ahabito\'luikin\'ootformyblessin\'s。Torecognizeanauldblessin\'\'s\'maistbetternortogetanewane。Apairo\'shuneweelcobblet\'swhilesfullbetternoranewpair。“
“Theyarethat，“saidDonal；“butIdinnajistseehooyerseemileapplies。“
“Isnagettin\'onapairo\'auldweel-kentan\'weelmen\'itshune，\'atwinnanipyerfeetnoryetshochle，likewaukin\'uptilablessin\'
yehaebeenhaein\'foryears，onlyyedidnaken\'tforane？”
Ashespoke，thecobblerliftedalittlewizenedfaceandapairoftwinklingeyestothoseofthestudent，revealingasoulasoriginalashisown。Hewasoneoftheinwardlyinseparable，outwardlyfardividedcompanyofChristianphilosophers，amongwhomindividualityaswellaspatienceisfreetoworkitsperfectwork。InthatglanceDonalsawaripesoullookingoutofitstentdoor，readytorushintothesunshineofthenewlife。
Hestoodforamomentlostineternalregardoftheman。Heseemedtohaveknownhimforages。Thecobblerlookedupagain。
“Ye\'llbewantin\'ahan\'fraemei\'myainline，I\'mthinkin\'！”hesaid，withakindlynodtowardsDonal\'sshoelessfeet。
“Sma\'doobt！”returnedDonal。“Ihadscarcestartit，butwasowerfartogangback，whanthesoleo\'aeshuecamaff，an\'Ihadtotrampitwi\'baithmyain。“
“An\'yethankittheLordfortheauldblessin\'o\'bein\'bornan\'
brouchtupwi\'soleso\'yerain！”
“Totellthetrowth，“answeredDonal，“Ihaesaemonythingstobethankfu\'for，it\'sbutsma\'won\'erIforgetmonyaneo\'them。Butnoo，an\'Ithankyefortheexhortation，theLord\'snamebepraist\'athegaemefeetfitforgangin\'upo\'！”
Hetookhisshoesfromhisback，anduntyingthestringthatboundthem，presentedtheailingonetothecobbler。
“That\'swhatwemayca\'deith！”remarkedthecobbler，slowlyturningtheinvalidedshoe。
“Ay，deithitis，“answeredDonal；“it\'sasairdivorceo\'solean\'
body。“
“It\'sasomeauld-farrandjoke，“saidthecobbler，“butthefunintilathingdoesnaweirootonymairnorthepoetryorthetrowthintil\'t。“
“Whowillsaytherewasnoprovidenceinthelossofmyshoe-sole！”
remarkedDonaltohimself。“HereIamwithafriendalready！”
Thecobblerwassubmittingtheshoes，firstthesicklyone，nowthesoundone，toathoroughscrutiny。
“Yedinnathinkthemworthmen\'in\'，Idoobt！”saidDonal，withatouchofanxietyinhistone。
“Ineverthouchtthatwhaurtheleatherwadhaudthesteik，“repliedthecobbler。“Butwhiles，Iconfess，I\'mjistawheentribledtokenhootochairgeformywark。It\'snobarelytoconsiderthetimeit\'lltakmetoclootapair，butwhattheweirer\'sliketogitooto\'them。Icannatakmairnorthejob\'illbeworthtotheweirer。
An\'yetthewaurtheshune，an\'thelesstobemadeo\'them，themairtimetheytaktomakthemworthonythingava\'！”
“Surelyyeouchttobepaidinproportiontoyourlabour。“
“I\'thatcaseIwadwhileshaetosaytilapuirbody\'athadnaanitherpairi\'thewarl\'，\'atheraepairo\'shunewasnaworthmen\'in\'；an\'thatwadbeahertbrak，an\'sairfeetforby，tosicascouldna，likeyersel\'，sir，gangupo\'theLord\'sainshune。“
“Buthoomakyealivin\'thatw\'y？”suggestedDonal。
“Hoots，themaistero\'thetradeseestomywauges！”
“An\'whamayhebe？”askedDonal，wellforeseeingtheanswer。
“Hewasnevercobblerhimsel\'，buthewasancecarpenter；an\'noohe\'sliftituptobeheido\'a\'thetrades。An\'there\'saethinghecannabide，an\'that\'scloseparin\'。“
Hestopped。ButDonalheldhispeace，waiting；andhewenton。
“Tothem\'atmakslittle，forreasonsgood，bytheirneebour，hegiesthebetterwaugeswhantheyganghame。Tothem\'atmaksa\'\'attheycan，hesays，\'Yehelpityersel\'；helpawa\'；yehaeyerreward。
Onlycomenanearme，forIcannabideye\'——Butabootthaeshuneo\'
yours，Idinnaweelken！They\'reweeleneuchworthduin\'thebestI
canforthem；butthemorn\'sSunday，an\'whathaeyetoputon？”
“Naething——tillmykistcomes；an\'that，Idoobt，winnabeaforeMonday，ormaybethedayefter。“
“An\'yewinnabeabletogangtothekirk！”
“I\'mnopartic\'larabootgaein\'tothekirk；butgienIwantittogang，orgienIthouchtIwasb\'un\'togang，thinkyeIwadbideathame\'causeIhadnashunetogangin！WadIfancytheLordaffrontitwi\'thebarefeethemadehimsel\'！”
Thecobblercaughtuptheworstshoeandbeganuponitatonce。
“Yes\'hae\'t，sir，“hesaid，“gienIsita\'nichtatit！Theane\'lldutillMonday。Yes\'hae\'taforekirk-time，butyemauncomeintilthehoosetogetit，forthefowkwudbescunnerttoseemeworkin\'upo\'theSabbath-day。Theydinnaun\'erstan\'\'attheMaisterworksSundayan\'Setterday——an\'hisFatherasweel！”
“Yedinnathink，than，there\'sonythingwranginmen\'in\'apairo\'
shuneontheSabbath-day？”
“Wrang！——inobeyin\'myMaister，whaseistheday，asweel\'sa\'thedays？TheywadfaintakitfraetheSono\'Man，wha\'sthelordo\'
\'t，buttheycanna！”
Helookedupovertheoldshoewitheyesthatflashed。
“Butthen——excuseme，“saidDonal，“——whyshouldnayehaudyerfacetil\'t，an\'workopenly，i\'thenameo\'God？”
“We\'reteltnaithertoduoorgudewarksaforementobeseeno\'
them，noryettocastoorpearlsaforeswine。Icoontcobblin\'yourshoes，sir，afarbetterwarknorgaein\'tothekirk，an\'Iwadnahae\'tseeno\'men。GienIwarwarkin\'forpoverty，itwadbeanitherthing。“
ThislastDonaldidnotunderstand，butlearnedafterwardswhatthecobblermeant：thedaybeingforrest，thenextdutytohelpinganotherwastoresthimself。ToworkforfearofstarvingwouldbetodistrusttheFather，andactasifmanlivedbybreadalone。
“WhanIthinko\'\'t，“heresumedafterapause，“bein\'Sunday，I\'lltakthemhametoye。Whaurwullyebe？”
“That\'swhatIwadfainhaeyetellme，“answeredDonal。“IhadthouchttoputupattheMorvenAirms，butthere\'ssomethingIdinnalikeabootthelan\'lord。Kenyeonydacent，cleanplace，whaurtheywadgiemearoomtomysel\'，an\'noseekmairnorIcouldpeythem？”
“Wehaeabitroomieoorsel\'s，“saidthecobbler，“attheserviceo\'
onydacentwayfarin\'manthatcanstan\'thesmell，an\'putupwi\'
oorw\'ys。Forpeyment，yecanpeywhatyethinkit\'sworth。We\'renevervarrapartic\'lar。“
“Itakyerofferwi\'thankfu\'ness，“answeredDonal。
“Weel，gangyeinatthatdoorjist\'aforeye，an\'ye\'llseetheguidwife——there\'snaneithertilsee。Iwadgangwi\'yemysel\'，butIcanna，wi\'thisshueo\'yourstoturnintilaSundayane！”
Donalwenttothedoorindicated。Itstoodwideopen；forwhilethecobblersatoutsideathiswork，hiswifewouldnevershutthedoor。
Heknocked，buttherecamenoanswer。
“She\'ssomedullo\'hearin\'，“saidthecobbler，andcalledherbyhisownnameforher。
“Doory！Doory！”hesaid。
“Shecannabethatdeifgienshehearsye！”saidDonal；forhespokehardlylouderthanusual。
“WhanGodgiesyouawife，mayshebeanetohearyerlichtestword！”answeredthecobbler。
Sureenough，hehadscarcelyfinishedthesentence，whenDooryappearedatthedoor。
“Didyecry，guidman？”shesaid。
“Na，Doory：IcannasayIcried；butIspak，an\'ye，asisyercustom，hearkenttilmyword！——Here\'sabelievin\'lad——I\'mthinkin\'
hemaunbeagentleman，butI\'mnosure；it\'shardforacobblertokenagentleman\'atcomestilhimwantin\'shune；buthemaybeagentlemanfora\'that，an\'there\'snaehurrytoken。He\'swelcometome，gienhebewelcometoyou。Canyegiehimanicht\'slodgin\'？”
“Weelthat！an\'wi\'a\'myhert！”saidDoory。“He\'swelcometowhatwehae。“
Turning，sheledthewayintothehouse。